I haven't felt like this in a while
Writing some story against the bath tub
Candles hang off the egde
Forming enough light to see my words
Numb fingers don't help when telling a story
Especially spilling thoughts in and out of my head
Same old night every week
The aftermath of a head banging headache
As I count every single hour
I find myself coloring every stolen flower
Here I am, around the hour
Drawing lines, coloring stolen flowers
